Chapter 11 Bite... but dared not bite hard.

Jing Qianheng narrowed his eyes, grabbed her hand and pinned it against the wall. A strange hatred welled up in his heart, and in the midst of his chaotic thoughts, he opened his mouth and bit her.

"ah!"

Jiang Zhishui cried out in pain. His eyes trembled slightly, and he immediately let go, looking up at her.

She frowned slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. Jing Qianheng's gaze swept over the red teeth marks on her neck, and he looked startled. He quickly let go of her hand and stepped back.

Jiang Zhishui touched her neck, looked at her hand, and thought to herself with relief: No bleeding...

I was terrified; I thought he was going to bite off a piece of flesh.

Jiang Zhishui stared at him intently. Jing Qianheng lowered his head, his fingers trembling slightly. He didn't know what he was doing; he was just anxious and afraid. If he didn't do something, he would explode.

He was furious, and at that moment he was frightened by his own actions. He was in a state of panic, dizzy, and almost unable to stand.

Jiang Zhishui caught him in time, holding his hand with one hand and gently supporting his waist with the other, and said softly, "I'll help you back to your room."

Jing Qianheng turned his head to look at her, his body stiff, refusing to take a step. Jiang Zhishui looked up at him and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jing Qianheng raised his hand to step back, preventing her from touching him, and asked in a questioning tone, "Aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Zhishui paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I can understand that you're sick. Even if you weren't sick, I wouldn't have anything to say if you wanted to bite me to death."

Jing Qianheng's tense heartbeat gradually calmed down; she thought he was retaliating against her.

Jiang Zhishui was certainly afraid, but she really had no reason to blame him.

There are times when Jing Qianheng gets so caught up in his thoughts that he can't see the light, and when he hates her so much that he wants to kill her, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to not only bite her but also kill her.

Seeing that he was still resisting being touched by her, Jiang Zhishui stood obediently to the side and asked, "Where's Senior Sister Liu? Why did you come out alone?"

On one hand, Jing Qianheng felt relieved that she thought it was revenge, but on the other hand, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He stood there in a daze, still processing the emotions he had just lost control of.

Jiang Zhishui noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes, and then she remembered that Senior Brother Lin Ye had called out Senior Sister Liu's name in his dream earlier.

She wondered if Jing Qianheng was also dreaming, thinking that Senior Sister Liu had run to Senior Brother Lin Ye's place, which was why he was so anxious and pulled her away without even seeing her clearly.

Jiang Zhishui suddenly felt very sad for the two of them.

Senior Sister Liu only wants to cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness and doesn't want to get involved in any romantic relationships. She is always resolute and will never change her mind once she has made a decision.

And these two are so deeply in love.

She was thinking about all this, feeling a lot. Jing Qianheng turned around, walked towards her, and whispered, "Senior Sister has gone to take care of someone else. I'm all alone now."

Jiang Zhishui was taken aback for a moment, "Hmm? Then I'll go call him..."

Jing Qianheng swayed slightly, interrupting her, "I'm dizzy."

"I'll take you home first." Jiang Zhishui was afraid he would fall, so she stepped forward to support him.

Jing Qianheng casually grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. Jiang Zhishui was a little surprised and looked up at him. He didn't look at her and continued walking forward.

After taking him back to his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, and Jiang Zhishui poured him a glass of water. After he finished drinking it, she reached out to take the glass back, but he didn't return it.

Jiang Zhishui thought he wanted more water and asked, "Want me another cup?"

Jing Qianheng looked towards the window and said, "It's stuffy."

The windows were tightly closed, and the air inside was indeed not very good. He put down his cup, and Jiang Zhishui turned around to open the window for him.

She opened all the windows and stood by the window to look at the moon outside. The moonlight was bright and clear, and a gentle breeze blew in her face, stirring her hair. She felt refreshed and stood there for a while.

Jiang Zhishui sensed movement and turned around to find Jing Qianheng standing behind her.

She said, looking embarrassed, "I'll leave now."

Jing Qianheng lowered his eyes and watched her walk past him. When he looked up again, a fierce glint flashed in his previously lifeless eyes. The next moment, he coughed up blood and collapsed to his knees, powerless.

Jiang Zhishui was about to leave when she saw him coughing up blood. She rushed back in a panic, "Are you... alright? Why are you coughing up blood again?"

She helped him to the side of the bed and couldn't help but say, "Don't get up, lie down quickly, I'll go call my senior sister over."

Seeing how restless he was, Jiang Zhishui figured he was probably very anxious and worried, so she decided to call Senior Sister Liu over to keep an eye on him.

Jing Qianheng was pushed down by her, and when he heard that she was about to leave again, he hurriedly got up and chased after her. Jiang Zhishui hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard a thud behind her and fell to the ground.

"Jing Qianheng, what's wrong with you? I told you not to move."

Jiang Zhishui's tone became somewhat impatient after his repeated antics. Jing Qianheng, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, stared blankly at her, seemingly unable to process what he had just been scolded.

Seeing his pale and pitiful appearance, she pursed her lips and laboriously helped him to sit up on the edge of the bed again. She stood by and watched him for a while. He sat there without lying down, coughed, and when he saw Jiang Zhishui staring at him, he looked up at her.

Jiang Zhishui didn't know why, but she always felt that he was doing it on purpose.

Is he deliberately messing with her, enjoying seeing her in such a sorry state?

It seems a bit childish...

When he bit her earlier, I thought he would bite her until she bled, but when she cried out in pain, he let go and looked very panicked.

He was the one who bit first, yet he's the one who got scared first.

They used to dislike each other and never even considered getting to know each other. She had put aside her prejudices and wanted to befriend him, but then that incident happened. She ran away, and he hated her. It was a miracle they didn't end up fighting each other with knives; how could they possibly have the energy to understand each other?

Now that she thinks about it carefully, Jing Qianheng seems to be a cold-hearted person, which is quite different from what she imagined.

Moreover, even if he didn't want to associate with her before, he would still respond every time she nagged him. He would be angry for a few days after being deceived, but he would be deceived again next time, and he didn't do anything to her.

Especially considering how she treated him... he could still face her so calmly, even when he was so angry he almost vomited blood, he never even thought about how to deal with her.

Even when threatened, she obediently reveals her secrets... It seems like she has a soft heart and is easy to bully.

Jiang Zhishui felt increasingly awful about himself, and he didn't even dare to bite her too hard.

Jing Qianheng glanced at her, then turned back.

The room was quiet and peaceful for a moment.

Jing Qianheng gripped the edge of the bed, staring straight ahead. He was genuinely dizzy; his eyelids blinked wearily for a moment, then he immediately forced himself to open them again.

Jiang Zhishui tilted her head to look at him, clearly exhausted but determined to stay awake.

She moved slightly, and Jing Qianheng, as if startled, suddenly looked up at her.

Jiang Zhishui's eyes darted around, her steps froze, and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

What, you won't let me move it?

He swayed wearily, his vision blurred, and he collapsed, unable to bear it any longer.

Jiang Zhishui waited quietly for a while. Seeing that his eyes were closed, she tiptoed forward to help him cover himself with the blanket. Just as she reached out and touched the corner of the blanket, he suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and pressed her onto the bed.

Caught off guard, Jiang Zhishui struggled and shouted, "Jing Qianheng, wake up! Don't do this! Hey, what are you doing... How come you're so strong? Are you really sick or faking it? If you don't let go, I'm going to get rough! Do you hear me! Ah! Stop!"

The blankets on the bed were squeezed and most of them fell to the floor. The noisy sounds suddenly quieted down. Jiang Zhishui on the bed was panting and staring blankly at the ceiling. Jing Qianheng was lying beside her, looking up at her.

When Jing Qianheng got close, she was terrified. She wanted to punch him unconscious, but she couldn't. She hesitated and restrained herself, and in the end, she just turned her face away to avoid him. As a result, he didn't do anything, but his body just collapsed weakly.

Jiang Zhishui's heart was pounding, and she was completely dazed.

Before Jing Qianheng could settle down, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Jiang Zhishui pressed her hands against his chest, trying to break free, but suddenly felt a push on her waist. He used both hands to pull her whole body under his control.

She caught her breath for a moment, then looked up at him from his embrace. His eyes were closed, and his breathing gradually became steady.

What, you're asleep already?

What is he doing?

Are you using me as a body pillow?

"Jing Qianheng, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhishui was startled by the heat emanating from him; his whole body felt like a furnace.

Is he delirious from illness again?

She listened to his breathing, and her eyelids grew heavy. She had been busy taking care of the patient these past few days and hadn't had a proper rest.

Jiang Zhishui slowly relaxed and murmured, "You're awake now, you'll be scared to death."

She thought she would leave after he fell asleep, otherwise, with all the pulling and tugging and arguing, neither of them would be able to sleep.

He's a patient, or someone she... bullied. Oh well, let him be.

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The next morning, a few clear, crisp cries came from outside the window.

Jiang Zhishui frowned, turned over, pulled the blanket over herself, and continued to sleep.

In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and the bed curtains falling and swaying slightly. After a long while, a shadow suddenly sprang to its feet.

"Where is she? Ah... how could she be sleeping so soundly!"

The bed curtains were pulled back, her hair disheveled. She rushed to the door in a panic, pressed her ear against it to listen, and when there was no sound, she slowly opened the door. It was quiet all around, and there was no one there.

She immediately closed the door and ran away in a disheveled state.

Back in her room, she washed up and then went to check on Lin Ye.

Lin Ye has woken up, and Liu Chuxi is taking care of him.

"Junior Brother Jing was so sick yesterday, but he suddenly recovered after a good night's sleep. It's really amazing," Senior Sister Liu exclaimed. "He was helping to brew the medicine early this morning. He was just here a moment ago, but he's gone out to buy some things now."

Jiang Zhishui smiled awkwardly, chatted for a few more minutes, and then left.

Street stalls have sprung up again, and people have mostly recovered their health. Whenever they see disciples of the immortal sect, they enthusiastically offer them gifts to express their gratitude.

Jiang Zhishui was also stuffed with a lot of things. She swayed as she walked onto the bridge, staring at the lake. She wondered what Jing Qianheng's reaction would be if he woke up and found her lying in his bed. Would he try to strangle her?

She was lost in thought when a commotion suddenly broke out on the bridge.